A Night at the Movies

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"These leaves, our body personalities, seem identical,

but the globe of soul-fruit

we make,

each is elaborately unique."

 

~Rumi

 

 

....Look at a lemon tree

whispering into the Night.

It leaves nothing

to mere imagination,

no, it doesn't.

It doesn't keep

the melancholic longing

locked inside each glad,

Glad as green leaves moving.

Being freed into Free-Falling

by the movement of such Beauty,

 

and being Moved

to write something,

just anything

about this state of grace,

in an unhurried pace,

and then, every writing is brought

to the Land of Light and Love.

Like some lantern being carried forth,

i sort of feel so poignantly

a little like dear old Diogenes

looking for Honesty.

And yes, we merely reflect

like bird-being mirrors

the nature of the Cormorant

as she dips and dives for Fish,

and not just any fish!

We fish for the Fragrant One to come!

We sip as we slip

into that Dark Body,

only Kindness.

 

 

"In reality, with he or she so overcome,

so dissolved into love,

all qualities of doing-ness

disappear."

 

~Rumi

 

 

....Dissolving into the Depths

of the lake of All-Knowing,

and sometimes being called,

This lake of Unknowingness,

of Never Knowing Anything, ever,

i spill into that which is

my Scorched and Blackened Mother.

Mothered by the Bright Darkness

of inner angst not asking,

but being unleashed and released

into Nowhere, Baby, Oh! Baby,

i fall so freely

that falling seems like breathing does -

 

It's all so very Natural

and so very divine i say.

There is not a single thing

that does not, that will not,

that cannot be unearthed,

brought from the bottom of the lake.

That i, and yes this "i"

might be taken seriously, but,

always these floundering fish

of the dish of those old tapes,

they want to serve themselves

as fast as they can, saying:

 

"Just erase these things

as soon as they present:

 

a tent of Nothing Being Seen,

a hut of having nothing ever,

Nothing that can ever really be owned

or held or claimed.

 

i stake a claim on the game being played

for the Love of the Play!

Call in the cashiers,

the box boys,

the boss and his boss too,

for i have set a new code

into the pre-programmed filings.

It never fails that whenever Love

so overswells its banks,

that a lot of Knowing,

so called Knowers begin Knowing everything

and what to do about it!

 

"We should try to wake and look with the clear Eye

of the water we float upon.

 

There is a moving palace that floats through the air,

with balconies and clear water running in every part of it,

infinity everywhere, yet contained under a single tent."

 

~Rumi

 

....Like some underground stream of Consciousness,

i feel You move through my Heart and take my Mind,

Never mind the kind of Zapping this is like!

There is a Light coming from some river i see in Your Eyes.

This River of Radiance Is just a tiny Sneezing thought in God.

Become the Hay and Grass and Dust and Dander that cause This.

Become the hollow emptiness of the Reed of Ever-Moving Inside.

Someone might one day pick you out of a crowd and say with Joy:

 

That old Reed-Flute seems to be saying something,

speaking from that dusty shelf of Life and crying out,

it seems to be a Great Light we thought was Dying Out.

But Now, here before this table set for Union and Communion,

the Sneezy One has begun to collect pollen and perfect triggers.

Triggering this response in me,

i See that there was never a doubt.

Doubtless, the Beloved might try to say in a moment of Sneezing,

I never ever left this Waterland of Wonderful You,

and See!

See how deeply the Ocean flows

into the tiny Heart-Cup breaking.

Like breakers upon an invisibility shore,

we disappear into That Ephemeral Ahhh-ness.

The Awe is beyond any Bewilderment expressed.

 

Rumi gives it all up for Love,

and the Love of Shams is still in the air.

Can You not smell intensely

the Fragrance of Sweet Remembrance?

Say, don't i know You from somewhere?

says the little i of this fly.

Peace producing Pollen is still clinging

to the feet of this Baby Bodhisattva Fly.

Not me, just You! For You are It!

Let's all Fly into the Heart of Love!

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

 

 

 

Beloved,

Jai to Beloved,

Jai to The Natural,

Jai to The Great Comic,

Jai to Nisargadatta Mahara,

Jai to the Horse he rode in on!

 

So,

prior to that mystery we call

conception,

mom & dad had never been formally

introduced to us, nor we to them,

wouldn't you agree? Indeed, we could have been

drowning in the Bliss within every Bliss, Blissfully

sitting right next to them at the movies and just

stared straight ahead, wondering if

Rhett and Scarlett would finally just ….DO IT!

in a time and place that has no meaning whatsoever

for anybody now, except that it is Now, and

perhaps it was a warm night, and after the show,

perhaps as a Cormorant dipped and dived for Fish,

and not just any fish, and with the most perfect compassion,

we could have been the beer in the bottle they tossed

by the exquisite Jasmine Garden, punctuated by fragrant

notes of Lavender and Summer, on an increasingly exciting

Saturday night ride down Main Street in Bindu Junction

with something other than Jasmine and Lavender on their minds,

and that last few drops of beer spilled into the serene bouquet of

that

garden, and so it has a special place in our hearts, our lost twin

siblings

blended into Supreme Flowerhood, and then returned as the birth none

of

them asked for, and none of us do --

some drop of stuff filled up a certain space, some

transitory perfume was uncomprehendingly transformed,

nothing actually happened, just as it does

now, just as we do now.

 

What was it then?

 

Somehow,

we know we are.

 

There is a way we know this, but

it is the same way our parents knew us,

before they had even met --

 

we are.

 

Care for a beer, Honey?

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b